Ex-husband pursue me again novel Chapter 1

East Town, private hospital.

"Master Orion of Reyes family resuscitated and gone!"

Venus Clark stood still, looking woodenly at the lifeless man on the bed, and instantly felt like falling into an ice cave.

A rush of footsteps came, and the moment he saw who was coming, a flash of relief flashed across Venus' pale face, "Husband ......"

Darcel Reyes that all-year-round ice face, now swept through the shock waves, sharp black eyes dead on the hospital bed.

His older brother, Orion Reyes, is lying silent.

Dead through.

And by the body, Venus is crying.

Darcel didn't even look at her, his eyes glowing red as he asked the nurse, "What's going on!"

"Yes, it was the oxygen tube that was pulled."

Darcel narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Who was here?"

The nurse faltered and looked at Venus: "Miss Ward came first, and your wife came again, and she ...... was the one who found out to call the doctor first, when Master Orion was about to die."

Venus pupils tightened and hastily defended: "Not me, the oxygen tube was ...... in when I went in"

"Snap."

The words of explanation were cut off raw, and she dropped to the ground and covered the left side of her face.

The brain roars dizzy in front of the eyes, the slap is hard enough.

Venus smiled bitterly, his attitude had made it clear.

Should have known he wouldn't believe it, shouldn't he.

The nurse whispered a reminder, "Master Darcel , we have just notified your family and they are on their way."

Darcel pressed his temples, hmmed, and squeezed Venus's chin, looking down at her with hatred in his eyes: "Why did I marry a woman like you? Get the hell out of here!"

"It's really not me!"

Venus was yanked up hard by him and dragged out of the hospital to his car.

Reyes Manor, the clan hall.

Having been married for three years, Venus knew all too well that the clan hall was the place to use the family law.

But anyone who has gone in, always be whipped to open the skin and flesh half dead.

Venus was thrown to the ground by Darcel, his knees hitting the cold ground as pain swept through his body.

The small, clear, beautiful face was on fire, and the cheeks had long since swollen.

But, no one will care about her.